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Yes! New chapter! This one isn't as angsty as the others. It was nice to be lighthearted and smiling when I wrote, for a change! I really like this one soo check it out!
Sadly, no Butch T. Nelson or Mitch Mitchner in these chapters, but I plan on Mitch being an important OC throughout this whole fic.
Oh and whoever said the comment about evil Jared (I'm to lazy to check who :P sorry) it mad me laugh cause that's my brothers name and for a second I thought you were randomly saying my brother was evil. It's funny... me and my brother have a great relationship but somehow his named seemed to fit perfectly with the evil kid in this fic... oh well...Almost all of my characters names either have some meaning, or are taken from my friends cause I like the familiarity, hahaha
Well... read on!
My teachers, they built the retaining wall memory, all those multiple choices I answered so quickly.
And I got my grades back and forgot just as easily, but as least I got an A.
So I don't have them to blame.
Bright Eyes, Let's Not Shit Ourselves (To Love and be Loved)
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Acrid, artificial light.
Blinded, a man struggled to escape his restraints.
Chains were wrapped around his limbs, leaving angry red marks where they pulled cruelly on his skin.
He could see a dark figure above him, outlined in light… an eclipse, shadowing the pathetic man's hope of freedom.
Not that he wanted to escape for his own benefit, the man believed that he deserved being tortured for all eternity.
Repentance.
He needed to kill the shadow in front of him and avenge… Her.
The demon before him leaned closer, his greasy hair inches away from the restrained man and softly stroked the side of Vincent's cheek
"So beautiful… All I ever wanted was you. Every part of you… your heart, soul, and body to dissect and rearrange."
His eyes gleamed happily when he saw rage fill the man chained to the table; flinching away from the other's touch.
"We are trying something different today; no injections. All I want to do is perform a little test with this robotic arm I've crafted."
Vincent looked in horror at what the other man held before him.
It was a claw.
Cold and cruel, it was shimmering gold and razor sharp. The greasy haired man grinned and said,
"I believe you have already deduced what I plan to do with this arm. Don't look so horrified, it's an improvement! Everything I have done and will do to you will be an improvement. I am a scientific genius, after all."
He set the wicked thing on the table next to Vincent, and picked up a large saw. It's edges were jagged and dull, it was a tool that had been put to much use.
"I'm sorry to say that I have no anesthesia, but I believe it will be a very enlightening experience.
Imagine…you will be one of the few given the privilege of having their own arm sawn off before their very eyes. If you listen carefully, you can even hear your bones splintering."
The greasy-haired man grinned insanely and raised the saw over Vincent's arm.
Vincent turned his blood-red eyes to where the saw was about to rip through his flesh and whispered,
"Repentance"
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Vincent sighed as his eyes roamed over his dismal surroundings.He sat on a little stool and a large, imposing steel table was positioned in front of him. It seemed to be grinning maliciously at him, growing larger and larger casting a shadow on the boy.
Vincent cursed that at the tender age of 13 he was cursed to endure such torment. He morosely cast his glare around his cramped cell, until he heard the door began to creak open.
Vincent flinched at the familiar sound, and steeled himself for the worst.
The man that stood in the doorway, most likely was never the type to give a good first impression.
A large scar marred his features, stretching across his nose from ear to ear. When he grinned, as he was doing now, his large, shiny teeth looked like fangs coupled with his slanting yellow eyes and spiked red hair.
He was around six foot seven and his limbs were long, thin, and gangly. One would think to have such height and be so thin would givethe man anawkward look, but the red haired man was the epitome of grace.
He strode towards Vincent, in a cocky manner, fixing his tie and adjusting his lopsided top hat.
Vincent's large, red eyes narrowed as the man sat down and he crossed his arms defiantly over his chest. The man either was ignoring the displeasure directed at him or was oblivious, since he only grinned even bigger at Vincent.
Vincent decided the latter,sincethe man began to hum a jaunty tune as he pulled heavy, difficult - looking books from his pack.
"Now!" He said in a sickeningly jolly, singsong sort of voice. The kind that makes you want to strangle the person after exchanging a few words with them."Let's continue your lessons, Vin Vin, I will make a scholar of you yet!"
"Jax, don't call me Vin Vin ever again." Vincent growled in a low, dangerous voice.
Jax's ever present grin faded for a second andhe rubbed his scar with a very serious look on his face.
Then the grin abruptly returned and Jax waved his arms in the air exclaiming, "Oh Vin Vin! I almost forgot! We're not studying THIS stuff today! Uh unh, no way! I have something totally different or today, I'm glad I remembered. That would have been bad if I had forgotten! I wonder if other tutors are as flaky as me? I would start writing things down, but I always forget where I put my notes and then I'm late cause I look for them an…"
Jax continued in this trend for quite a while, rubbing his scar and looking thoughtful, giving Vincent time to ponder his predicament.
After the incident five years ago, the Counselor's verdict had been that Vincent and Jared would both spend two months probation. They were both confined to their houses, except for when they were needed to do work for the community. Vincent had thought it a fair verdict and was very relieved, until he learned that Cristal was infuriated.
She was simply appalled by the fact that her son should be punished too, and constantly fought tooth and nail to cause trouble for Vincent and his family.
Well… Vincent and his mom. Vincent's father Kreut never reacted to anything, so his response to Cristal's shenanigans was an empty stare and a few blinks.
Cristal, having complete social control over the inhabitants of Sherybine, was able to get Vincent expelled from the town's school so e was more of a social outcast than ever before.
At first Vincent had been devastated by the way he was treated, buthe had grown used to it. It had transformed him into a moody, surly introvert, yet nonetheless he was used to it.
Being expelled from school was where the incessantly strange Jax came in.
After weeks of unsuccessfully searching for an adequate tutor Jax strolled into the Ariface manner, his obnoxious grin plastered to his face. Eris was insanely protective of her son and no tutor, no matter what the credentials, had satisfied her... so it seemed Jax had no chance.
The whole manor's inhabitants jaws nearly unhinged, when Eris chose him for a tutor. She completely adored Jax, and even though he had half the experience of all the other applicants, Eris was completely comfortable with having him educate her son.
Even when Vincent complainedconstantly about how annoying and stupid Jax was, Eris wouldn't hear it. It was a decision completely out of character for the beautiful woman.
Usually she could never deny the spoiled boy's every whim, but it was as if Jax had bewitched her.
Now that he thought of it, Vincent wouldn't put it past the borderline insanity of the redhead.
The raven haired boy was doomed to endure hours of torture from the overly enthusiastic Jax, and began to hate what he had once loved.
Vincent enjoyed any sort of literature immensely, and was a whiz at anything to do with writing. This included penmanship, interpreting literary works, creative writing, constructing essays, grammar, reading, translating and writing other languages, and anything else along that theme.
Yet even though Vincent was a genius in the literary arts, he hated learning it from Jax. Jax would go completely psycho and would expect Vincent to know everything to the most minute detail.
His quizzes would consist of rewriting poems that he had barely glanced at months ago, and he had to know the name, hometown, political standing, and even favorite fruit of every author that he came across.
It was completely mind numbing and now Vincent could hardly even find the energy to read for pleasure.
As bad as that portion of the tutoring was, it dimmed in comparison to the incomprehensible pain that was inflicted by the other.
Arithmetic. Algebra. Biology. Chemistry. Biomechanics. Trigonometry. The mere mention of these words made Vincent flinch with disgust. He completely abhorred all the sciences, and studying them was like cutting up his slender hands and soaking them in lemon juice.
Actually, he mused, I think I would prefer that to Jax teaching those subjects.
Delighted that Vincent hated the subject, Jax loved to give the unfortunate boy piles of homework on the subject and devised sadistic punishments if it failed to be completed.
Overall Vincent's completely angsty personality, fueled by past experiences and teenage hormones, clashed with Jax's optimisticllyjolly manner.
This resulted in Vincent completely detesting him and being in a violent temper whenever Jax was in the vicinity.
He was in fact casting his still-in-development death glare at Jax, as the redhead led him, skipping, through the halls of the manor. The death glare had been passed on to Vincent by Counselor Butch T. Nelson, who deemed him cynical enough to use it well...but the teen was still in the process of perfecting it.
The Counselor and his wife were practically the only people in Sherybine who would even look at Vincent, and invited his over as often as they could. The Counselor said it was only to scare away nosey neighbors, but Vincent had a feeling the Butch T. Nelson enjoyed his company just as much as he enjoyed his.
In fact, besides the Nelson's, the only other friend that Vincent had in the world was Mitch Mitchner. Ever since the day of the trial Mitch had come to visit oftenand despite the torments he received from his classmates, he remained a constant companion of the younger boy.
Vincent didn't care anyways. He had long ago decided that nearly everyone in Sherybine was idiots, and excluding a few citizens he would never want to have anything to do with them in the first place.
At least this was what he told himself.
But, his logic was often betrayed by his heart, especially when a certain Lucrecia Auschwitz would pass his way.
His daydreams were interrupted when Jax stopped and threw the large double doors leading to the great hall open.
The great hall was a large room once used to host parties, that had been completely abandoned. The were at least five great halls in the Ariface manor and this one was slightly less majestic than the others, so it had stood empty for many years.
"Why the hell did you take me here?" Vincent grumbled, slouching against the wall.
Jax swiftly grabbed the boys ear, and painfully lifted Vincent into the air with it saying happily,"No swearing Vin Vin!"
Dropping him, the man's topaz eyes gleamed, as he dramatically gestured towards the hall and exclaimed,"This is where we begin your training, in the fighting arts, Vin Vin!"
Impossibly his grin grew even wider at Vincent's confused look, and unsuccessfully attempted to flip his short hair saying, "What? You didn't know that besides being a genius, I'm also one of the best fighters you'll ever find?"
Vincent rolled his eyes and scowled.
Blah...abrupt ending. I wanted Vincent to give Jax some biting retort, but could only think of corny lines that would just make him look like an idiot. It's hard for me to make Vincent say clever things, cause I usually sound like an idiot. I'll work on it...
Well, how do you like Jax? Give feedback! Reviews are very welcome! I want at least 2 or I'm never writing again
Who am I kidding I love writing this story, so nevermind just review for the warm, fuzzy feeling you'll get when you know your making my poor, pathetic day special! Ha